Sixteen she was – funny and smart,
‘I want to be good’ she cried.
Her wistful sadness stole my heart –
But fun and laughter came beside.
Then when we went our different ways
We never quite forgot –
The highs and lows of all our days
We shared, though not a lot.
We nearly lost what we had back then
Which would have been so sad.
But when at last we met again –
O what times of joy we’ve had.
As years slip back
It seems no time
Divides us from our age-old craic.
I know this love will never end
For Jenny is my dearest friend.